The pull became a hot ripple of pleasure. Frickin’ hell, she was going to come. “Oh god…I…I’m…”

“Yes,” he said, his voice so rough it scraped like gravel along her skin; then he slid his hand between them, found her clitoris, and rubbed. “Yes.”

At his touch, Suzanne’s orgasm flared like a firework, and her thighs gripped his convulsively as it exploded to life. She cried out as it hit, and so did he, the muscles in his back turning to rock, a guttural kind of curse escaping his lips as the fierce piston of his hips became discordant—but no less effectual—under the influence of his climax. Each thrust sent her higher and higher as he pulled her close, buried his face in her neck, and they panted and shuddered through their orgasms together.

Suzanne didn’t know what to expect as the glow settled and Grady, who had collapsed against her, stirred. She didn’t want him to go. She liked the weight of him, the smell of him, the fact his frame dwarfed her. But she didn’t protest as he eased off, just shivered deliciously as he withdrew from her and rolled onto his back. Then, surprisingly, he slipped an arm under her neck and a hand around her shoulder, scooping her closer until she was on her side snuggled into him, her knee sliding over the top of his, her hand anchored on his chest.

Her heart thudded at the intimacy as Suzanne held very still in the quiet surrounding them. She had no idea what to do now. With a normal guy, she’d just let the warm rush of endorphins flooding her system and tugging at her eyelids have its way, but Grady wasn’t a normal guy. She didn’t have a rule book for him. The fact they were snuggling being a good case in point. She’d have laid money on Grady not being a snuggle kind of guy, yet here they were.

The silence between them deepened, and she wondered what he was thinking. Was he holding her because it was the expected thing? Was he regretting their loss of control? Was he searching for small talk? Was he thinking about the condom they’d come to her bedroom specifically to use and then completely disregarded?

Or was he wondering how long he had to lie here before he could leave?

That particular thought felt the most barbed. She had a contraceptive implant, and Grady had told her he always used protection so the lack of condom, while irresponsible, didn’t alarm her so much. But the thought he was plotting his escape while they lay in this bliss bubble, her cells still half scrambled, was the most disturbing.